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"Thirty seven missed calls," haunted my thoughts. And once again, I ended up in the back of a musty car filled with Taco Bell wrappers and hot sauce stains.
I was about to vomit at the stench, when I looked up at the window, I couldn't recognize the territory or any of my surroundings. I wasn't as panicked as last time, but I was still groggy from the slumber I had just awaken from.
Once I saw a highway sign and we got off the exit, that's when my heart rate accelerated.
"Ah, princess has woken up. Hit her with another one."
"Dude, I don't think that's the best idea-"
"Do it."
"But I don't want her to-"
"I said do it." My eyes flashed in worry back and forth to the arguing men in the front seats of the trashy Toyota Camry.
"Sir! I don't want her to die!"
The other remained silent.
"If she's dead the time Ashton gets to us, he won't give us what he owes us."
The sound of wind beating through the car windows was the only sound present until the stubborn one spoke up.
"Fine, but only until the first one wears off, I want him to get scared, that's always fun."
Sick bastards. Who does this kind of thing for fun?
I didn't want to know how many toxins were in my body, but all I can feel is sick when we come to a stop.
I sat up and looked out the window with relief. My eyes came into focus and many families and sane looking people were in sight at the gas station.
"Stay here, or there will be consequences." He spoke sternly, spitting on me.
A plan. Now is not the time to be smacked around when it is a life or death situation. I know what these people have done, and I know what they can do. I'm not going to be the next victim and if Ashton won't be my prince, I'll be my own.
I knocked on the window next to the gas pump.
"Hi, I really need to pee."
"Too bad." He slammed the door.
"Excuse me, sir, I don't think you actually understand how the female bladder works. You see, if I don't pee now, when we get back on the road, it'll be messy." My phone buzzed and I turned white as a ghost when he pulled it out of his pocket.
The large men looked at each other before one of them pulled me by the forearm and tugged me out of the car.
"You don't want to be suspicious now." I scolded, using my feminine advantage.
We had made it into the dreaded section of the gas station mini mart, the restroom. I began to walk into the ladies' room, when a yank on my arm pulled me back.
"Family bathroom."
"Gross," his grip tightened which caused tears to spring in my eyes.
"Look, uh, I don't think you also know the monthly cycle of a wo-"
"Fine! No more information. Please!" I mentally cheered, thinking I could possibly get away with this.
I pushed open the door and notice the light break on the floor due to the bulky man waiting outside the door for me.
To my disadvantage, no others had visited the bathroom the same time I had. So Plan A, was a bust.
Plan B, might work, if I find a pen. I rested my palms on the bathroom counter and saw the grossest tube of lipstick that has probably ever existed.
First off, the color was a horrid light purple, and the hairs and specks of dirt attached to the end of it didn't make it more appealing.
"Hurry up!" I groaned and picked up the filthy lipstick and stood it up right.
I walked into a stall and unrolled a long sheet of toilet paper, writing on it,"I'm being held hostage, please alert the police. Toyota Camry."
I shoved the lipstick in my pocket for later use, just in case I needed to write again, and tucked the end of the toilet paper in the back of my jeans. What doesn't attract the attention of someone more, than an embarrassing roll of toilet paper sticking out of your pants?
I pushed open the door and was pulled up by the arm again and began to get walked out of the gas station, hoping someone would notice.
We almost made it to the front door when,"Excuse me, sir?" We turned to see the clerk.
"What."
"Can you come to the front for a moment?" She gave us a warm smile and whispered to a colleague.
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